The Apprentice

In came she, The Apprentice,
wanting to learn the trade of pleasures.
Out in the garden, she had to trim her grass, first.
She was green like a twig, but
a perfect novice to tease.
I watched her from the distance,
looking at me, Le savoir-faire.

I saw the thirst on her lips, it was not the sun.
So, I went over to her, breathing on her neck
licking the sweat on her neck, right up to her ear,
biting it, as it was red as a plum.
She was hot and wet as if,
nature desires to quench its own thirst.

Took her in the arms, and little did she resist
Her eyes, reflecting pools of lust and desire,
I open her, she burns, waiting to be touched
Engorged and throbbing in readiness
Wanton and greedy for stimulation
Growing sticky and wet.

I stretched her wide, exploring her ocean
My tongue moves to explore
I can smell her potion
and her pinching my hair.
Silence breaks her tongue and
subtle fire streams beneath her skin.

I lean right back gripping her back
Just like that my cock smacking her ass
ramming her close, penetrating her walls,
She needed some uncensored fucking
The most sobering high
Filling our mind,
And body released while bed-sheets creased
I entered her from behind
As wetness trickling drop by drop
She couldn’t see with her eyes, or
hear through her buzzing ears.
As the sound of her moaning and pounding
left her deaf and blind.

I was fucking her stony
Like it’s going out of fashion.
Breathless and panting
She was riding the rod
She had cum,
She had succumbed
Grabbing me and the pillows.
As she lay she felt as pale as the grass:
But now, in which there were seeds of a budding flower.